Category Archives: Orleans

Long week in terms of sitting at the computer and getting stuff done. Completely beat.

Out of town on business until late Friday night. Two social events Saturday.

Perhaps decent update on Sunday.

This is going to be a rambling post from many topics scribbled on this tiny piece of paper next to the keyboard.

Pihnêefich has taken up residence in the house. My computer died. The laptop won’t connect to the wireless. The DVR didn’t work last night and every time I tried to pick a show it told me to try again later.

bwah! How do we appease you Mr. Trickster?

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For the first time in history I’ve been skipping yoga class due to an injury type situation with my back. I hate calling it an injury because (a) I don’t remember a moment that I injured it and (b) people who talk about their injuries are tiresome.

I’ve had this situation before (last year and 2005.) The discomfort lasts for several months but usually only bothers me when I first get up in the morning or if I sit in certain positions. This year it hurts during practice so I’m laying off class. I still practice at home and work around it.

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Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in at least 5-6 years. I took a bath. Our bathtub coating or whatever it’s called disintegrated and we didn’t do anything about it until this summer when I got a pretty new bathroom.. This is the first chance I’ve had to use it and it was more wonderful than I imagined.

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Bob and I watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall last night and thought it was totally stupid. Yes, we laughed. That rock star guy was hilarious and Paul Rudd also funny but that movie was about 20 minutes too long and really, really dumb.

Here’s one of Bob’s photos of the fog on the way down from Greyback.

I was going to do my NaNoWritMo Wrap-up today but this is already taking too long so I’ll do it tomorrow or later this week.

I did make the 50,000+ word goal.

Oh, also I have a weird rash on my scalp/face. It’s an inner rash. You can’t see it but I can feel it.

Klamath River, December 07

I’ve been cranking on my writing project for two full days now and I would like to weep. My neck is ruined, my mouse-arm feels like someone sat on it and my eyeballs are dried and shriveled and rolled back in my head. I’m not done but for health and safety sake I am going to have a no computer day tomorrow.

Beside, tomorrow is bluegrass day.

This is from the river looking up toward Mom and Dad’s place. They call this part of the place “the meadow.” The shed thing is a small shelter that’s good for shade in the summer if you’re having a get together.

I had a bunch of ideas for a post earlier and now I’m drawing a blank. An uneventful day.

Shadow is my sister’s dog but Erin was out in the field so he was staying with Mom and Dad while we were visiting.

One morning we took him on a walk to Dolan’s. We park on the road and hike down a long hill to the river bar.

Shadow took off the second the car door opened. We followed behind in no big hurry. About halfway down the hill we rounded a turn and we could see Shadow, crouched in the dirt. We couldn’t figure out what he was doing until we got all the way around and there was a huge doe standing in the middle of the road.

I had my camera on me but I wasn’t fast enough. My Dad called the dog and I’m not sure who sprang first, the deer or the dog but they were off up the mountain crashing through the brush. We kept calling the dog, like that was going to do anything.

Shadow makes funny yipping noises when he’s chasing things, apparently. That’s what Mom said when I made a worried face. I didn’t think he could catch the deer but I was a bit worried when I heard that noise.

We continued walking and not far from where the doe was Mom stopped me in the road and pointed. Just off the road, standing in the brush and not moving except for the twitching ridiculously huge ears, was a little fawn. So cute. The doe was drawing the dumb dog away from her baby.

We did our entire walk without seeing or hearing the dog again. Dad was wondering if we should just come back later and look for him or what.

As we trudged back up the hill we kept calling him and as we got close to the top, we heard a voice and then came my husband followed by a tired dog with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. My sweetheart had come to join us. He found the dog flopped out in the shade from the car and it took a lot of convincing to get him on his feet and back down the hill to meet us.